This is my morning face (...or shall I say mourning?) I must admit, I'm not much of an early riser but it's a habit I'm forcing myself into — the earlier I'm up, the more I feel is accomplished before I even begin my day. That, and the fact that I can't get over how much I adore the rising sun streaming in through the bedroom window at our new place around 7am. (The man hates it, he's more of a cave-dweller in the morning... at least until his eyes open.) I pull the shades and a soft white light pours in, effortlessly filling the vanity in my bathroom hall flanked by mirrors. It's excellent for doing hair and makeup, not that I'm much of a beauty queen when it comes to those things, but hey, nice just the same.